“It is intriguingthat an art formbe perceivedas a threat—a curious verificationthat poetry remainsimportant business,and a testament tothe power of writing”—Ron Silliman,In the American Tree

The same thing — in BerkeleyBilly the Kid — North BeachSpicer — The TeacherA little too — ahead of timeA combination — disastrousTo the next wave — the EdgeDiscourse — but within theCleave — the dickinson/howeDialogical imagination — whenShe turned to me — in the stacks

“Help me—I’ve locked in here.In the Beinecke—Rare Book Room"

Eigner — in Berkeley:"right index finger — that’s meeverything that’s me — it’s thereone letter — at a timethat’s all there is — that’s melanguage — it made me this wayi’m spaz — my cerebral palsyslows me down — i thinkwith letters — not wordsremington — for a long timeand — royal portablebukowski — made it to applei didn’t — wish i could’vewhitman — set his own typespicer — kept to chapbooks